In the box....out of the box
Here's the deal. I think kids have too many toys. There, I said it. I've felt that since our kids were small. Too much stuff and nothing to do with any of it! Kids really do like a big empty box, and a bunch of wooden spoons and Tupperware (dating myself now) from the bottom kitchen drawer. Metal pans are too noisy. We had a small house. It was duplex on a cul-de-sac. Per usual, the kids kind of dropped stuff and we stepped on it or over it. Something needed to be be done. I looked around. All I saw was me. Nobody else seemed to care. Alrighty. I was elected by one vote. Mine. I decided to not squawk about the toys anymore. Instead, I gave two warnings to the kids to put the items back where they belong. And then I went to work. If they ignored it, no problem. When they weren't looking I picked them up. And I tossed them into a box, in the laundry room. They surely weren't going in there! And if I recall, I tossed some of Carl's toys in